It's the weekend

I used to look forward to Friday night for the opportunity to stay up late without concern because there was always a sleep-in to follow. We used to eat take away Friday nights or go out for some kind of special treat.

Tonight we ate a meal out of the freezer that I prepared months ago and it's just after 9pm and it already feels late. I quietly insisted Michael go out and buy decadent icecream (you know the brand) and chocolate just so I could differentiate tonight from any other in the last few weeks. The culprit is pictured here.

Having said all that we did have a breakthrough last night with the little man sleeping from 10.30pm until 4am without stirring. Go son, go!